Well, it happened. It showed up. My freaking birthday. Which means....I'm another year older.
Thirty Eight to be exact.
It's been a pisser of a day so far, I can't lie to you. So, I've decided to just give a photo retrospective. Thirty eight years (give or take a few) of my ever lovin life.
Bet you're all excited now.
Let us watch as my hair evolved, devolved, exploded, imploded, zits came and went, fat got fatter, then smaller. Throw in a mission, a wedding, some kids and voila......there she blows, all THIRTY EIGHT years o' my life. I know I keep repeating it, but that's cause I have to in order to really grasp that somehow I got this old already. When my parents were this age they were so much more "mature" than me. They had 7 kids, careers, houses, vacations, one daughter in college. I mean really, it's ridiculous. Therefore, due to me only having 2 babies and a husband in school (he is 5 years younger than me), I'm pretty sure it earns me some age reduction points, and frankly, I'm no more than 27. Well, that's the lifestyle I'm a livin, so it makes me feel better to pretend.
Happy Birthday to me....
PHOTOPALOOZA about to commence. But the good news...hardly any words. This post will be a breeze.
and don't even pretend you're not in love with my wierd mullett
our engagement picture
mid losing from gastric
9 mos. pregnant with Maggie
Maggies blessing day
9 mos. pregnant with Max
My actual 36th Birthday IN Disneyland.
Best birthday ever.
Competing in my first Triathlon
My actual 37th birthday out with my Daddy who I SHARE this great birthday with.
Here is hoping that 38 brings new and exciting things. And perhaps a little wisdom. PLEASE!?
Thanks for wading through all the pics. You're real troopers and clearly better friends than I gave you credit for. hehehe
Birthdays aren't for sissies,